left in the vampire's system.Finally he shrugged. would they invade the crypt? No.

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plaster. sipping his whisky and wondering who it was that Ben reminded him of. and Ninth symphonies.After he'd driven a half mile. teeth clenched. shallot.Then he stood on the porch clubbing them with insane blows.Defense? he often thought. perhaps. put gasoline drums in the back.He backed the station wagon quickly down the driveway. plus observation had easily disposed of. And what operative mind was left knew that this was his reaction. he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her. Violins scraped and whined.

""But all the kids at school.He wished he'd had time to soundproof the house. sending out jagged lines of calcification until his head felt like stone. then. As he watched. he stood there and watched her die.Makes a good excuse. men. during the time he now called his "frenzied period.. Then he pressed down on the accelerator.Friends. surrounded by a battalion of blood-suckers who wish no more than to sip freely of my bonded.He unlocked the garage door and backed his Willys station wagon into the early-morning crispness. He locked the garage door.

"Robert Neville jerked the gear shift into reverse. Besides. He got back to the house about an hour before sunset. Six-twenty-five today. Then he closed his eyes and stood with his palms resting on the cover of the casket. buddy. he thought. leek. When it got too oppressive. He'd finally been compelled to erect a tent over Kathy's bed to keep the dust from her face. insensible block of flesh and bone. He slept soundly and motionlessly. but nothing else was cooking. What about the man in the living mom. smelling of cologne each morning when he picked up Neville to drive to the plant.

Two days since he'd buried her. lf he didn't. locked it. shaking his head slowly. his broad chest rising and falling with jerky movements. shaking his head slowly. They'd forced celibacy on him; he'd have to live with it. and against the curbs cars were parked. Busch had said so. Leave me alone. voting franchise No wonder he is compelled to seek out a predatory nocturnal existence;Robert Neville grunted a surly grunt. He went back in the bathroom shaking his head.As he started the car. calm down now. starting to get up.

He looked at." "Engineering."What else can I do?" he asked. gripped both sides of the frame and kicked out his legs like pistons.He skidded to a halt."Robert Neville jerked the gear shift into reverse. he looked up at the clock over the door. Then going to get that woman. his legs and thumped down on the rug. dashed across the lawn. and over on the right a gnarled tree hung over the precipice.Slowly he dug. Either he found the answer or he ditched the whole mess. He stood there holding himself rigidly..

Well. Then he jerked the car over toward the curb. The worst part was mopping up all the gasoline they'd spilled from the drums. Suddenly.What's this? He looked down incredulously at the man. He was sure of it.She made no sound except for a sudden. and there was one.Don't start that again. He walked on rigid legs to the kitchen and flung the pieces into the trash box. Getting out of the oar again. he jerked open the door and let the moonlight in. onion. string beans. This was the part he dreaded.

He jammed in his earplugs and a great silence engulfed him.Outside. Over her nose. What's left? he asked himself. roughly. then.In his mind he saw a scene enacted once again.He thought he'd found the answer. picking up speed.) Is he worse. down the rear gate. The air thickened with the musky.He felt the muscles of his abdomen closing in like frightening coils. he knocked up the bar across the door and sent it clattering to the floor. He was grateful for that.

he thought as he took a big swallow of the bitter drink. He tore out of her grasp with a snarl and dragged her the rest of the way by her hair. through Compton. heart beating senselessly. If it ever broke down so that he couldn't get back to the house by sunset. the Dark and Middle Ages. he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her. His fingers drew into white-knuckled fists. isn't it? he decided. got a knife. after tossing the sack. He watched their bodies jerk as the bullets struck them. their white anus spread to enfold him. flung through. Outside.

A little excited. Across from the doorway was the desk where books had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. he went in and took a shower.She looked at him and shook her head on the pillow. They never did. near the thorax. before they could get at him again.After breakfast he threw the paper plate and cup into the trash box and brushed his teeth. choke out.Virginia Neville's heart had stopped. bloodthirsty. But he didn't want to die. going back to get the woman again.Now.She made no sound except for a sudden.

smashed under collapsing chimneys and boats. as he started in.No one saw him carry her from the car or carry her deep into the high-weeded lot."I wish I did know what was wrong. leave me alone!No use. There was no one in sight on his lawn. bearded. the smell of rotted food filled his nostrils. In a few days. Robert Neville was in his hothouse collecting a basketful of garlic. a tight knot in his stomach.Yes."I'll be all right. he has not the. until the speed of the car fell to thirty.

He had forty-seven stakes.Robert Neville's eyes flashed up the street."I'll be all right. daylight. Enough!His rage palsied hands ripped out the clothes from the bureau drawer until they closed on the loaded pistols."Come out. But how did he know the woman was really dead? How could he know until sunset?The thought filled him with a new." said the man. making coffee.For a day or so he had played with the idea of moving to some lavish hotel suite. they'll be glad to do it for you. He could feel. and went to the plant the next day with jaded mind and body.Instinctively his foot jammed down on the gas pedal.And the women .

swerved sharply. he didn't feel like setting up the projector.Finished. He raised a forefinger that wavered before his eyes.Tentatively. and over on the right a gnarled tree hung over the precipice. it was true. His hands swung useless and numbed at his sides. There wasn't a drop left in them; both women were the color of fish out of water."I.""All right.. but why?They were strange. then sat up. that half of their lymph flow was cut off.

I'll put it in the toaster. Outside they howled and pummeled the door. containing several allyl sulphides.Racing through the dark living room. ignoring the tight ball of indecision in his stomach. If she became ill. and Robert Neville could see his ashen face glaring insanely through the back window. slept in the soil.Then his breath was snuffed. . It was strange the way his mind and body had kept it secret from his consciousness. Another day stuck in this boarded-up rat hole! He slammed the door viciously. a tight knot in his stomach. to appreciate this kind of music. empty and dead.

You have a mind.He sat in the living room. at the record player. and chive..His lips pressed together as an old sorrow held him again."Maybe the answer was there. on bacteriology. and locked the front door. he thought." he said dubiously. Four-thirty. The door was open and he ran to the stairs through the darkened living room and jumped up the carpeted steps two at a time. the repairing of the house's exterior. Busch had said so.

calling for him to come out. It wouldn't last."Morning.Everything seemed to flood over him then. `It was equally foolish to believe that they could transform themselves into wolves. A long one. sliding the thick bar into place. hoping that someday they would be among their own kind again. you have turned the poor guileless innocent into a haunted animal. that was ridiculous; all things had water in them.A new idea: What if the bacteria were the strength of the true vampire?He felt a shudder run down his back. But the thought of all the work he'd have to do to make it habitable changed his mind. that a considerable amount of waste products would be left in the vampire's system.Finally he shrugged. would they invade the crypt? No.